Meet with Jan part 1
I'd asked Janice if I could arrive at hers dressed, because it takes me at least two hours to put my slap on! So I had to get dressed at a motel and drive over, under cover of darkness. She'd left her drive open, so I could park at the side of her house, and slip round the back of the large semi (hopefully!) unnoticed. As I tottered quietly to the rear of the property, I wandered into the open conservatory, knocking gently. 'Fucking hell!', I heard, as I peered into the kitchen. 'Fucking hell!'...